I left work grumpy and tired.
I pulled out of my work street and merged right into bumper to bumper traffic. After 15 minutes and moving 3 car lengths, I maneuvered through parking lots and a secret back way to my work street.
I started over.
I left work grumpiER and tiredER. I turned the other way and pridefully blew past west bound traffic. I made it to the next major street and landed in bumper to bumper traffic. I merged into the middle lane, comfortably wedged between three cop cars. Two positioned to both be beside me on the right, one was on my left. As we SAT not crept, not inched, but SAT....I began texting.
I suddenly jumped as the cop on my left squawked his P. A. "no texting, seniorita!".
I reinjured my neck as I turned and threw him the look..
"you have got to be freakin kidding me"
This greatly amused, not only him but his two cohorts on my right. I shook my head and finished my text. A few minutes later, as we sat in the same spots, the cop on my left gave 3 short bleeps of his siren. The cars in front started inching up as traffic moved, slowly. The two cops on my right began to merge on top of me and they all 3 motioned for me to follow them.
My adrenaline kicked in and my body pulsed with excitement and renewed energy, as they pushed me into their escape.
The four of us, going the wrong way, blew past the common citizens. The three MPD motioned and guided me onto a side street. I smiled at the "no texting cop", he smiled back and they left me.
I was on my way home, free of traffic....
Until I was stopped by the train....